Village Building Order Frenzy Chapter 359: A story within a story
A piece of land of about two million square kilometers is like a huge cake with a tempting aroma.
Zhang Yang stood under the huge starry sky, his face intoxicated, and he was also struggling with how to cut the first knife. After all, this is not a village, nor a city.
Also, although he wants to develop this piece of the real world, he is not here to play strategy games.
Because the crisis is never far away, the pressure to survive is always there.
"Full development is impossible, the story begins here."
Zhang Yang's hand lightly tapped in the void, and water-like ripples spread out, just like an ink painting.
At first, it was a stone with sharp edges and corners, and then there was a man with a sword on the stone. He couldn't see his face, but he could vaguely feel the vicissitudes attached to him.
A piece of black and white fallen leaves are floating in a circle, and there is a big tree on the picture, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the colors gradually change from black and white to light green in spring, and emerald green in summer. Qingdai has the red precipitation of autumn and the black and white bleakness of winter.
Day after day, year after year.
The angular stones gradually covered with moss, and the trees grew and withered again and again. Only the back of the man with the sword never changed.
He's like a statue watching something.
Slowly, the earth becomes green, the traces of once riddled with holes are gone, and a well appears in the picture, ancient, vicissitudes, and mysterious.
The picture began to spread around, first an hunter appeared in the corner of the picture, and then a simple thatched hut.
The male host, the female host, and a small cultivated vegetable field, an old dog, two children, one big and one small, are chasing the fluttering butterflies.
There are more thatched huts around, and there is a small street, and more pedestrians come and go.
Toddlers grow strong, strong men and women grow old, and old men die.
It's all but the most ordinary images.
The small village becomes a thriving town, and the town becomes a city.
No one remembers when the first hut was built and when it was pushed down.
Just as no one remembers that there is still an ancient well in the city, beside it, a man with a sword is watching.
"The story starts from a long, long time ago. Once, there was a powerful monster. It was powerful, powerful, and could travel thousands of miles every day. To fight against it, later, there was a wandering swordsman, he vowed to destroy the monster, they killed from sunrise to sunset, and from sunset to sunrise, killing seven hundred miles, and finally seriously injured the monster."
"But the swordsman was also dying at this time, unable to kill the monster, so the swordsman turned him and his sword into an ancient well, and sealed the monster, oh, this well is here, someone used to be there Passing by in the middle of the night, you can even hear a strange whine coming from the well."
A wrinkled, very kind old lady, sitting in the sun, starching and washing her clothes, telling stories to her grandchildren around her.
Not far away, there is a well, and two young women are working together to turn a reel that lifts water. At this moment, the sun is shining, and the legendary ghosts are just legends.
At an alley farther away, Zhang Yang changed into a period costume and walked away slowly, like a passerby.
It took him a full 500 units of Universal Law to come up with all this in front of him.
Yes, it's that simple, no farming can compare to this open-hung bombing.
But it's all worth it. He can't use the precious fragments of the real world to farm and build. That's like selling biscuits in the emperor's palace. Either he is stupid, or the emperor is stupid.
So, it is better to plant a story. He used a core personal disciple, a city, and 5,000 mortals to plant such a real story that is recognized by the fragments of the real world and can be projected into the heavens and the world. .
In the past, Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen, the old demon from Montenegro, and Grandma Mu could do things that could be done by experts in the Mahayana period. Why couldn't he do it?
The conditions he has now are hundreds of times better than those of those people, not to mention the fact that there is a free actor's real input in this story.
This is the most valuable of the 108 ways to develop the Fragments of the Realm.
At least for Zhang Yang.
He left the city like this, as if he had never been there, but the story has officially started.
"Ah!"
A young woman who was fetching water screamed and squatted down with her stomach covered, her face extremely pale, as if she was going through terrible pain.
A group of people was busy helping her away, and a doctor was called in.
Nothing special happened next. The woman recovered in a few days at home.
But for some reason, whenever this woman approached the ancient well for a certain distance, she would inexplicably hear some strange whispers, which were extremely terrifying. At first, the woman did not dare to tell others, but since that day, As long as she falls into a dream, she will find herself walking in a fog involuntarily. In the depths of the fog, there are strange whispers, and the voice will become clearer and clearer until she is awakened.
The woman became ill again, and snake scales began to grow on her arms. She no longer even liked cooked food and began to crave blood.
She didn't dare to describe these abnormalities to anyone, but the situation in her dream became more and more serious. She had already seen the outline of a huge, snake-like statue that was somewhat vague-
It was night. The fourteen courtyards around the ancient well were filled with blood. Hundreds of corpses had their throats bitten off and their blood sucked.
"Having taken the bait, or still trying?"
Zhang Yang pays attention all the way, like a chess player playing chess.
A chess piece was played again. A disciple of the fifth generation of Tianjianzong was ordered by his teacher to go down the mountain to practice. When he passed this place, he found that the demonic energy was soaring to the sky. He followed the clue to find the mutated woman and locked the mouth. Gujing, but his strength could not fight against the mutant woman. At the juncture of life and death, a giant appeared and killed the mutant woman, but he was a man with vicissitudes of life and endless loneliness~IndoMTL.com~ Of course, this is Wu Jun, who should be robbed.
Zhang Yang is using his identity as the master of the fragments of the real world. He can't move without moving time, but it is easy to inject some time-flying information into a city, thousands of mortals, and his eldest disciples. .
Even, the Plague Serpent will be deceived by it.
It doesn't matter if you are not fooled, the purpose of publicity is very clear, you come, we will act.
If you don't come, I'll make up a story and continue acting.
Once Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen and those immortal cultivators could use the story of A Chinese Ghost Story to make the Liao Zhai Dharma World persist for so long.
It doesn't make sense for Zhang Yang today to occupy the right time, place and people, but can't make a lot of money?
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